Right as you're born, they put you in a ship Sailing to lands where the landlord is a whip Where you cannot dream, you can only rot Nothing though without the big brother's nod Buffalo Soldier, that's what you were made Chains instead of wings, instead of toys a spade The course is set, the cage is where you head Now grab on to your paddle, enough said I want to bring up children Peace at mind and soul Sea gently wash my feet Sunrise at the shore, Buffalo Soldier
But it's all worth nothing If one's not free at all The course is set, the cage is where you head Now grab on to your paddle, enough said Labor is your goal, fortune is your shame Think inside the box, play by rules of game Simplify your mind, keep up with the pace To win the most primitive annual race Buffalo Soldier, that's what you were made Chains instead of wings, instead of toys a spade